Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 5 Of 7 - Sex Stories

Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 5 Of 7

"FUCK!"

"Good evening, dear neighbour," it sounded from a deep, warm and friendly voice. It was the father from the rental summer house next door. He stood right up against the front door, and was about to tumble in when I opened it, while the daughter, the deranged harlot, stood carefully in the background. She was nervous, and stood just so far away that my outdoor light could barely pick up her figure, and hid cunningly in the dark behind her dear father.

"Well, good evening, is everything okay?" I asked, trying to sound concerned and completely ignorant about the reason for his visit. Of course I knew very well why he was here. But my experience with police officers had hardened me, so a pitiful old man like him was nothing.

"My daughter here," he half-turned and looked at his ashamed daughter, who clung tightly to one arm, and otherwise looked like a frozen icicle, as tense as she was. "Smoked weed here today while we haven't been home." He looked at me with a serious look, and shook his head at his dear baby girl.

“Weed? Where the hell did you get that from?” I raised my head to look over the father and towards the daughter.

"Yes, you see, that's it," the father sighed.

"She claims she got it from you."

"From me?!" I exclaimed speechless, desperately trying to maintain the fake facade as the panic within me grew. My speechlessness was acting, but the panic was definitely not. I could clearly feel my heartbeat galloping around in my chest.

"What ...

... the hell, man! How dare you come around in these late hours with such idiotic accusations," I raised my voice, tightened the expression on my face, and puffed up a bit.

"Wow, wow, it wasn't like that," the father backed away a bit before continuing. “But I hope you can understand my suspicion. Besides, we know you smoke, it can be easily smelled over the hedge, especially in the evening,” he continued, trying to create a back cover for his actions. I narrowed my eyes and thought about my next move.

"I don't know what to say, dear neighbor. I can only deny and hope you take my word for it. If I'm being honest, I'd like to know where she gets her weed from, because I'm in a situation where I'm lacking,” I said, being sincere with the last part. If I wasn't very wrong I had two or three small joints left.

The father turned to his daughter and shook his head sadly, to show his deep disappointment in her.

“You can see for yourself! Two different stories, making it impossible to judge who to believe!” He turned to me again. "Thank you, dear neighbour, sorry for the inconvenience, and sorry that you had to interfere in our private affair."

“No reason,” I raised my arm and waved as he turned and left my property. He walked past his daughter without a single word. She followed him with wide eyes, and then looked up at me. I opened my eyes and actually felt sympathy for the poor beauty. It almost blew my mind that her father could be so naive to think that it couldn't ...